Snippet #1904142

It was as though the very air was thrown up in a flurry by the arrival of James in the kitchen. The way he sauntered in just seemed to cry out that even though he wasn't the only one who lives in the house, he had some sort of extra claim to be a resident here by virtue of being the alpha son. Even so, something had stoked his spirits beyond the usual boisterousness, and Tai was less than impressed.

She coughed a couple of times and glowered at him. "You've woken up with an attitude, dear son of mine." she said, "Perhaps when you're done eating you could channel some of that energy into something more industrious, like rousing some of the other boys before the rest of the breakfast stuff goes cold?"

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Tabby smiled back at Ray, coasting over the slightly awkward silence. She couldn't help but feel that Ray was looking at her as though she...knew something, but there was any number of things that could be. probably she'd caught wind of the fact that she'd turned out to be Gavin's sister, and no doubt the young girl's fertile mind (for that much was obvious) wanted to fill in the blanks for herself.

She nodded earnestly at Ray's question. "Yeah it's pretty much my whole life." she said, "Been playing since I was about eight and I was really hoping I'd..."

She stopped talking with the entrance of the rather over-confident boy, who she recognised vaguely from the party last night. Wow...he certainly did have...'presence'. In a good way? It was difficult to say. She hadn't been in the house long enough to get a feel for the resident 'banter', but the indignation on Ray's face at the 'short joke' seemed pretty genuine. Tabby chewed her lip and looked down, although her brow raised when Tai referred to the boy as 'son of mine'. So that was Lyra's brother? Interesting...

And then there was Gavin's voice. Tabby froze for a moment, not sure exactly how things had been left between them. But she only had a few seconds to make a decision, and it wasn't even as though it should have been a big decision, but she turned her head slightly and mumbled 'hi'. And then in a moment there was a knock at the door, and Gavin went to get it. Tabby inclined her head towards the hall...could it be Lance finally turning up with her bag and a bigass apology?

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When Calvin opened his eyes and felt the sparse trickles of sunlight on his eyes, he didn't die...he just felt like he did. Oh god... He rolled onto his side and winced. No matter how many times he was told, he never remembered that as a wolf he didn't experience the effects of alcohol as much as humans...but the morning-after effect was every bit as potent.

He thought about laying there for a few days to sleep it off, but the headache was so bad that even his pillow didn't feel comfortable. So he hauled himself out of bed and poked his head out of the door...the last thing he needed was anyone gloating at his misfortune. Well, what about Gavin, he'd been out partying right? Oh no, wait, he'd started drinking but then had found other things to do...mm, yeah. Less said about that the better.

He hobbled across to the boys bathroom and got himself a drink of water, then returned to the bedroom. But what was that? The smell of bacon? Oh damn, now that's done it. Can't say no to a fried breakfast. But there was also a distinct smell of burning in among it. The hell...was Kathy cooking?? Shit, better get downstairs before the whole house burns down and there's nothing left which is remotely edible.

He put on some basketball shorts and a hoody, and thundered down the stairs, but stopped at the bottom to a rather amusing sight...Gaving and his...mother!!

"Yo yo Mrs Argen-TUM." he said in a very blearly, wobbly, half-cut kind of way, knowing full well how Gavin was less than bothered about impressing his parentals, "I never really get the chance to say that, as Gavin's mother...you must be so proud."

He barely finished the sentence before he started to snigger and snort, which was abruptly cut off as the shaking of his body in laughter caused his head to twinge and he winced again, stumbling to the side. "Damnit," he muttered under his breath, "did anyone put any coffee on yet?"